The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 4H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... anfwer it , At Coventry upon faint Lambert's day . There fhall your swords and lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate . Since we cannot attone you , you shall see Juftice decide the victor's chivalry . Lord ...
... anfwer it , At Coventry upon faint Lambert's day . There fhall your swords and lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate . Since we cannot attone you , you shall see Juftice decide the victor's chivalry . Lord ...
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... anfwer fhall . I make to this bafe man ? Shall I fo much difhonour my fair stars , On equal terms to give him chastisement ? Either I muft , or have mine honour foil'd With the attainder of his fland'rous lips . There is my gage , the ...
... anfwer fhall . I make to this bafe man ? Shall I fo much difhonour my fair stars , On equal terms to give him chastisement ? Either I muft , or have mine honour foil'd With the attainder of his fland'rous lips . There is my gage , the ...
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... anfwer : Little are we beholden to your love , And little look'd for at your helping hands . Enter King Richard , and York . K. Rich . Alack , why am I fent for to a King , Before I have fhook off the regal thoughts Wherewith , I reign ...
... anfwer : Little are we beholden to your love , And little look'd for at your helping hands . Enter King Richard , and York . K. Rich . Alack , why am I fent for to a King , Before I have fhook off the regal thoughts Wherewith , I reign ...
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... anfwer . Dutch . Thy life answer ! Enter Servant , with boots . York . Bring me my boots . I will unto the King . Dutch . Strike him , Aumerle . ( Poor boy , thou art amaz'd . ) Hence , villain , never more come in my fight . York ...
... anfwer . Dutch . Thy life answer ! Enter Servant , with boots . York . Bring me my boots . I will unto the King . Dutch . Strike him , Aumerle . ( Poor boy , thou art amaz'd . ) Hence , villain , never more come in my fight . York ...
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... hear him and fo foon as he has return'd the Prince's falutation , cries , by way of anfwer , What fays Monfieur Remorfe ? What fays Sir John Sack and Sugar ? E 2 Enter Enter Poins . This is the moft omnipotent villain , King HENRY IV . · ...
... hear him and fo foon as he has return'd the Prince's falutation , cries , by way of anfwer , What fays Monfieur Remorfe ? What fays Sir John Sack and Sugar ? E 2 Enter Enter Poins . This is the moft omnipotent villain , King HENRY IV . · ...
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Page 170 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 230 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 104 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Page 26 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Page 296 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 109 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Page 355 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Page 228 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 189 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Page 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...